bored and breathing.
your girl ash


To Whom it May ConcernSilly words. Empty, meaningless, pathetically arranged, stupid, silly words.To Whom it May Concern
Revolutionary four to six letter concoctions to consume my entire being. You wanted something made of vowels and consonants that could assist you in defining who I am? What I am? Oh it must be something rather strange to you. You're one of those average onions.
Please dont mistake my pet name for ignorance and contradiction:
I'm not assigning you that position to better understand you or your little friends over there.
But you are an average onion. Grocery products like you feel the need to label those like my


The Governing BodyUpon mention of mahogany skin, kinky hair, or chocolate eyes,The Governing Body
They think of us and negative images come to mind.
A cycle of oppression in the most subtle, dangerous ways liberates the fairer of the race. They embrace ignorance about our culture
Then take offence when we claim something as our own Incognito inequality in almost every facet of society, shadowed by the prim visage of a great melting pot; "land of the free", Cloud my mind with frustration and confusion.
What good is legal emancipation when my generation is only proof of ongoing mental subordination? I pity the dead hopeles


Lost in Time's EmbraceTime sneaks up ruthlessly behind you Knowing what her purpose is for. Comforting you in times of trouble, Stealing your innocence.Lost in Time's Embrace
Shell tip-toe up to your bed at night Humble and somber, watching you sleep. Then shell bound upon your bed, stroking your hair Complementing your brown skin and dark eyes With the contrast of her pale almost transparent essence. Her fickle smile appears and disappears
As she shares secrets, laughing over childhood fears. Walking with you, trudging along, she falls behind slightly Allowing you to capture the moment and the smells


Faraway FantasyFantasy is lush and pinkFaraway Fantasy
It takes lifes breath away
Welcoming and warm, it tastes like dewy, sweet milk.
Now youre losing your reality in its smell of strawberry incense;
Fantasy looks as if it were all the beauty In a never ending world. And it sounds like birds chirping in a blasting and raving silence. It feels like the comfort of your safety zone, in blankets wrapped
In your mothers arms. Dear Faraway Fantasy I wish youd take a chance on me.
xx
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bittersweet words; they are within reason.
Nz's the one next to Australia.
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I Work In Verses.
Get Used To It.
~GhostWritah
It's like my lyrics are....um....it's hard to explain.
But it's a positive thing.
And yep.
Born and bred NZer.
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I Work In Verses.
Get Used To It.
~GhostWritah
Pretty much my lyrics are my life story.
Wow That sounded corny.
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I Work In Verses.
Get Used To It.
~GhostWritah
Sucks being in a rock town when thats not really your style.
Oh well.
Bye.
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I Work In Verses.
Get Used To It.
~GhostWritah
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
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